Afraid that Tyson would bring up the divorce again, Celia sobbed and made a scene until she claimed exhaustion and sent him away.
She picked up a mirror and stared at her sallow, lifeless face. Rage twisted her features as she clenched her teeth, cursing Winona a thousand times over.
This was all Winona's fault—she was the reason Celia's life had come to this.
Now, a permanent stain would follow her wherever she went.
The more Celia thought about it, the angrier she became.
Suddenly she remembered something. Snatching up her phone, she opened her favorite video app, eager to check the popularity of her dance clip.
Before she'd ended up in police custody, her video had been trending, with floods of positive comments and plenty of people badmouthing Winona. Reading those had given her a twisted sense of satisfaction.
By now, there had to be even more comments, right?
But as soon as the app loaded, her heart dropped. Her account had been banned—permanently. Every video she'd ever posted was gone.
What the hell?
For a moment, Celia just stared, stunned.
She quickly switched to another video platform. After her dance clip blew up, it had been reposted everywhere, so there should have been traces left elsewhere. But even after frantically searching, she found nothing. No matter what keywords she tried, it was like her video had never existed at all.
Someone had scrubbed her from the entire internet.
Just as she was fuming, lost and bewildered, her phone buzzed with a new message—from the president of her dance society.
"Sorry, Miss Goodwin. After careful discussion, the society has unanimously decided to ask you to leave. We've already posted a statement on our website. From now on, your actions have nothing to do with us."
Celia's mind went blank, a ringing in her ears.

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